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Cold Blood Cathedral [Viktoff Samson x nightsorceress]

Viktoff Samson

Viktoff Samson

Supernova
Joined
May 16, 2016
Location
Maine
High in the sky was a giant pale moon that was partially distorted by thin clouds. This moon was so large and so bright that the sky's stars around it were blotted out into nothingness. Without these clouds shielding the city from only a mild portion of this moon's oppressive presence, the gothic London-esq kingdom below would be bathed in enough mystic light to prevent sleep. Unbeknownst to the citizenship, a spell created this fantasy skyline which only appeared just as the sun would slip off out of view. The purpose of such a grand and beautiful effect was also unknown. Tryndor was the mightiest and most handsome country, and the capital city housed two powerful leaders. The human king and a Vampire Lord who oversaw the very creation of the treaties that founded this great land.


Fields of magical almost living plants divided the westmost corner of the kingdom from a tall black wall. Within this wall was a magnificent courtyard with an open gate, a giant mega cathedral's steps led up from this place to heavy black doors that could even permit the entrance of giants.

A single paved path lead from these steps, to the gate, through these unusual fields to the west gate of the kingdom. Few humans ever traverse this path as they are forbidden to do so. Only royal carriages or the King's guard may do so.
 
The moon guided the carriage through the magical fields to the great black wall. The carriage stopped at the gate as tqo men seemed to be arguing of what do now. Both where scared beyond belief but they had their orders and they were scarred if they would not completed. The driver of the carriage edged the horse on. And it slowly made it way to the front steps.

Once there the two men uploaded there cargo wrapped in blankets, at the base of the great stairs to afraid to get close to the door. The reached inside the blanket, pulling out a Snow White arm, unfolding the hand attached. The driver pulled his knife, drawing the her crimson blood from the pale palm. With that one move the two men jumped back in the carriage and sped away, letting the smell of the blood draw the owner of the great manor out.

A beautiful young woman lay motionless inside the blankets. Her skin pale, her body slender. She had long raven colored hair, and vibrant purple eyes. She felt the pain of the knife cutting into her flesh but barely let out a whimper. Her body to weak to move.
 
Numerous pairs of red eyes lit up behind the dark tinted glass windows of the higher floors of the manor. Her blood's scent drew forth these bizarre haunting pairs of red that looked like almost countless beads at this distance. Make no mistake, they could certainly see her from here with the glorious moon's presence being cast down upon her blanket and her exposed and bleeding appendage. Slowly, pair by pair, the watching eyes blinked away until the manor returned to 'normal'. Were these eyes the trick of some spell? Did this seemingly evil place truly house countless monsters as those numbers suggested?

In any case, it certainly wasn't a calming notion for any human. Even the strong men who brought her here were reduced to mere cowards before these marble steps and the tall black doors. There was something unforgettable that lingered in the air around this place. Though the winds weren't calm themselves and the night's temperature wasn't too forgiving, a scent could surely be discovered by human noses. Just before any normal person could place that scent, her blood would overpower it and smother it out of the realm of recognition. A tangy iron sensation was all that was left.

In direct response to this, the black doors shot open as a singular arm extended from the darkness within. At this angle, it was clear that these doors were metal and a foot thick each. Humans weren't going to be popping these doors open so freely, especially with one easy push just as this figure did. Stepping forward, a very tall male outline could be made out. His silky white shirt and black pants were marks of royal dressing given their countless ribbony details and golden markings. What stood out was how lithe his shape was despite how many inches north of six foot he clearly had to have been. His black boots carried him into the moonlight to unveil his own long hair that flowed effortlessly with the wind marked with such a black color that it would appear as though light itself couldn't leave an impression.

Pale skin like the raw form of a ghost's hide wouldn't even attempt to eschew his fit chest, collar bones, and regal facial features. Though he clearly didn't lack hair, he didn't have a beard or mustache or even the tell tale signs of having shaved it. The last remaining feature would be the pair of hypnotic red eyes that scanned her bleeding arm as though he could gaze holes straight through it. Aside from this, his eyes being wide open, he was rather expressionless. Almost bored. As though he's seen everything countless times.

"A gift? A trap?" The words escaped his lips slowly as he sounded each vowel carefully in his dark rolling voice that, while calm and inviting, silenced all else. Even the wind came to a pause. "Little miss?" He beckoned for her with the same voice, taking a slow and single step forward before seemingly vanishing. He'd then appear again, beside her and on his knees as he leaned forward to assess her status. His long, long and thin fingers unraveled her blankets as he gazed over her. "Far from home?" He'd ponder, taking in her details with his large, gruesomely menacing eyes that conflicted greatly with his slow and gentle touch. It'd be a joke to call him human, even after subtracting his glowing eyes, ungodly voice, and insane speed. He'd touch her blood with his right index finger, bringing the tip of said finger to his long purple tongue.

A sensation like electricity pulsed through the air as the winds returned at greater speeds and the ambient sounds of night critters came in greater number. This all seemed to be in direct response to his eyebrows raising and a smile drawing across his face. "Oh. That's somewhat interesting." He'd whisper down to her. "Do you wish to live, little one?" He spoke to the woman, almost unbiased by the fact that she was far from a child as he referred to her with seemingly unwitting names. "Give me a sign. Fight for it. Otherwise your journey comes to an end." His voice came to her in countless deep layers, like a symphony. Simultaneously invigorating, stimulating, refreshing. And yet, far from overwhelming. Like the slightest taste of good chocolate that brings saliva to a human's mouth and creates a demand for more. "Death is... Boring."
 
As she lay their on the cold earth she could feel a shift in the air, like a change in the earth it self. But she didn’t understand it. She drew a breath again trying so hard to focuse her eyes. When she did she saw to gleaming black boots standing near her now. Her eyes closed against pain ripped through her body, and overwhelming desire to close her eyes and never open them again. But she did open them again her eyes now focused on a man before her.

She swallowed hard listening to every word he said. His words were not harsh, no but there was tone to them. He seemed almost amused by her. She focused again. “I want to live” she said softly. “But my body is betraying me” it took everything in her to speak those words to the mystery man, who asking if she wanted to live. Of course she did but she no longer able to fight. She could feels deaths cold black hand hoovering just above ready to take her when he felt it was the right time.
 
As she responded, his smile softened and his eyes narrowed. He could feel the million beast howls within his heart that demanded her delicious blood. But, as she was now, his clot-obstructing saliva would kill her with ease. "Very well. Then I will claim your life in Death's place. You will live to serve me." He continued to speak as his words finally aligned with his monstrous voice. Ripping her blanket, he stole a length of fabric as his right hand's finger nails dug into his own palm. Soaking this fabric in blotches of his own deeply black blood, he'd then wrap the stained fabric around her wound and tighten it with a knot so it'd remain in place.

"Welcome home." He'd speak these two words with great importance as his remedy already put a stop to her bleeding and he'd scoop her up into his arms without the blanket. This man made note of her body and what she'd been wearing as he carried her up the steps. Her legs laid over his left arm as his right supported her back and allowed her to either press her face in his chest or let her head fall backward helplessly. He didn't mind either way. Entering the immediate dark room, the doors shut behind them on their own. Familiar red eyes revealed themselves all around said room and even appeared up in the air.
 
Her heavy eyes opened wide at his words. “If you can save my life, i will gladly serve you any way i can, I am not ready to die” talking that much caused her great pain, her body jerked a bit as pain racked through her body. She had to close her eyes a moment and when she did she felt him remove her blanket. She shivered now without it. He wrapped something around her hand and it suddenly felt better.

Her body was light in his arms and her head fell against his chest. Her cheek pressing against the firmness of his chest. Her eyes opened again as she looked up into her face. She felt at peace now in his arms like everything was going to be a ok. This man meant her no harm.
 
"Off to play." He instructed as the numerous glowing eyes would obey and leave them be. This made him smirk a bit. Even in the eyes of eternity, authority was always a curious beast. Now he'd carry her light form up what must have felt like wooden steps without a sound, and what followed that would be a few long hallways. All throughout, no torches would light their path as her human eyes would absolutely be denied5he comfort of knowing her surroundings. This came to a stark end as he kicked open a door and a large bathroom lit by a wall-sized window now stood before them.

"How does such a willing victim find herself in such a dire situation?" He asked in a much more normal voice as the glow in his eyes fades to a dark blue. Sitting her in the tub facing the window, he'd slowly remove all but the bandage around her hand before starting the hot water that filled the tub starting at her feet. Her sensitivity might cause some discomfort with the heat of the water, but he was sure it wouldn't hurt her none. He'd sit on a small stool nearby as he looked around the marble tiles and dull yet clean white walls. "Surely your attackers... Meant to take your life? Especially if they were of my kin."
 
As he carried further into his home her face continued to press against his chest. In that moment she couldn’t imagine ever being free of his grasp, just so she would remain close to his strong chest and the safety it provided her. He moved her through the darkness. Her eyes unable to see the pitch black hallway. Suddenly the entered a bathroom.

When he removed her clothes she wanted to bring hand up to cover her breast put she was tired. And only managed to cover them for a moment. Her cheeks blushed deeply. “I was meant to be a sacrifice” she said softly unable to look at him a moment. “Why are you saving my life.” She asked softly almost ashamed to, but she wanted to know, she needed to know.
 
"A sacrifice?" He responded softly, a hand touching his own chest from where she previously pressed her face. She really was a soft and delicate creature compared to him, and it made him so damn hungry that this calm facade was difficult to maintain. "What do they think I am? A dragon?" He laughed softly to his own joke, it was a fair comment after all. "Surely this is because of the growing number of women I've taken." He touched his own lips briefly before looking out the window.

Already he was drawing her naked form in his head as he listened to the running water in the tiniest attempt to further calm the surging lust he felt for her blood. Even just a lick on her wound would melt the clotting his own blood caused and make her bleed out. Until she's healed completely even just nibbling on her would kill her for sure. "Why am I saving your life?" He repeated her own words in the melody of depth that was his own male human-like voice. "One man's tossed rubbish is a Vampire Lord's delightful new toy." He joked again without a laugh, showing her his smile and slightly jovial blue eyes.
 
She felt the warm water raising up around her. It felt so good on her sore body. He was being so kind to her. When he mentioned the women from the villiage and that she was his knew play thing. She paused a moment. “I am still a virgin, i think their hope be I would be enough to satisfy for a time” she said softly and her cheeks once again blushed red. She would never under normal circumstances say such a thing but she was told by the men who left her at his front step was what she would be for.

She looked at him, he was certainly handsome, and she wanted more of him something she never felt in her. “What is your name?”
 
"You don't appear to have lived the noble life." He commented seemingly at random after she mentioned her virginity. This handsome and mysterious male couldn't imagine that commoners avoided sex before marriage. They already had so little and he was sure that much added entertainment to their lives would mean that much more. Then again, he was looking at it from a top down perspective and he hasn't been young in forever. And he's never been human. "You don't seem to think that you've somehow failed since I haven't devoured you yet and thus I am still savagely hungry. Was this path forced upon you?"

"My name?" He pursed his lips as he looked into her eyes with peculiar look on his face. "I suppose you can't go serving me properly if you don't know what to call me. Yes?" He'd sigh before standing and making his way over to her tub. Kneeling beside the tub, he'd pull his soft white shirt off to reveal the firm chest she previously nuzzled. "Briand Renold Blanc." He whispered very very softly before getting his hands warm and wet from the water and running the hot water up and over her shoulders and arms. The bath would take longer to fill up but he was rather slowly cleaning her now anyway. "But, to you, I'm your master. Your savior. The difference between your life and your death. You won't be using either of my real names. I am known as Lord Blanc, but Master from your womanly lips would suffice just fine." He was a mix of serious and playful as he spoke, looking at and touching her body without a shred of tension or shyness. He cleaned her arms and touched her belly and her thighs, but he hadn't moved to sexually touch her or he overly sensual with his contact with her. "I'm sure my underlings are very jealous that I neglect them to attend to your comforts. I can feel their unrest that a dirty human is here and I won't even give them the time of day."
 
“I am orphan, My early childhood I lived wit the baker and his wife, then when I was older, my care was given over to Father Henry and Nuns.” She explained softly. “It was them that made sure my purity was intact.” Her eyes looked down and she seemed sad now. “And I believe that it was kept that way for this very reason” She said that so softy and almost pained her to say it. She felt betrayed by the people she had cared about but it wasnt until she became ill that figured out this was to be her fate, healthy or sick.

Her eyes looked up again as the corner of her eye she saw him move closer to the tub. Her eyes now locked on his chest. He was a sight to be hold. her attention moved as felt his gentle hands touching her skin. Her eyes closed at most enjoying the sensation of his strong hands on her weak flesh she cooed ever so slightly.

As he given her his name and the rules attached to using his name she nodded. “I will call you whatever you wish. My name is Lillian Hart, most call my Lily, but I am in your debt so you may call me anything you wish.” She was starting to get tired her eyes closed a moment and then opened slowly. “Your underlings is that belonged to the red eyes i saw?”
 
"You aren't a mind reader." He spoke softly, in his own round about way of comforting her. Surely whatever was clearly bothering her could be left behind if she came to terms with the fact that people often do less than favorable things for different reasons. "Maybe there's a rational behind all of this, and you can't possibly know why." Perhaps this was more a practice of existentialism. That humans were born gullible and remain incapable. But, he certainly didn't mean it this way.

Her cooing was interesting for sure, and it certainly intrigued him. But, he wouldn't stop mulling over just what he should call her outside of all of the previous ways he referred to her. Surely 'Hart' wasn't the last name she was meant to have, he knew that much. And yet, he wanted to figure out in a deeper sort of way. Did this full name hold any value to her? He didn't really want to ask, because her answer would clearly be filtered through her perspective. And this would be less than satisfactory for him.

His hands retreated from the tub as he watched her drooping eyes. "Yes. This place is home to many vampires who owe their lineage to my blood. Each pair is another young of my family who relies on my power to protect them as they mature enough to travel out on their own." While it may have been a fair bit to take in, her new master certainly didn't tell her everything. He doubted she had the will or health to even begin grasping the various things he could do. One step at a time. He'd have her return to health first. And luckily, they had a fair storage of human food and creature comforts to get her there. She'd just have to overlook the fact that she would be living with many little fanged teens who would feel a pull to drink from her especially delicious veins.

His hands left the water as he'd begin to run his fingers through her hair, getting it wet. "How are you still awake?" He'd sound less serious as he cleansed her hair slowly.
 
She knew he was right of course there could be some sort of outside force at play that she would
Never know about how could she. Her eye closed again for a moment she was growing tired as each moment ticked by she couldn’t help it, it had been a long day for her. But she fought the sleep with fiber of her being she wanted to stay awake she wanted to continue to feel his touch on her skin she wanted to continue to talk with him. “Your kindness is what is keeping me awake” she smiled at him as she felt his long fingers running through her hair.
 
Looking down into the reflection of his own suddenly monstrous pulsing red glowing eyes in the water, he'd finish up cleaning her hair before holding her shoulders in his hands. Her words felt very genuine to him. He trusted she meant what she said and they both knew she wasn't in a great condition to be pretending about how she felt either. But, he wasn't sure if she was all there either. Perhaps what ailed her to make her so clearly weak had also claimed a portion of her ability to assess reality?

"You have a funny definition of kindness." He'd speak with a bit of the darkness from before emphasizing his words. "You can see that these terms aren't the most favorable for you. Yes?" He'd raise an eyebrow before standing and moving to release the plug keeping the warm water in the tub. It'd drain slowly as he plucked a towel from a nearby hanger. "For your own sake, I suggest you start making less favorable assumptions about ancient creatures making you their slaves." This one was a joke as he began to dry her off and smile a little wider. At some point his voice and eyes returned to normal again during the previous sentence.
 
She looked down a moment and then back to his wonderful face. “Yes kindness, you don’t have to any of this, I could be be dead right now or you could have given me over to your underling as you call them, but no your here helping me get better even if I am your slave it is still more kindnes I deserve.” She had worked herself up a bit in that moment she felt dizzy now and so very tired.
 
"Remember that thing we were talking about? With the whole 'not being a mind reader' part?" Now he seriously had to consider the possibility that what was ailing her had something to do with this. Surely she'd grasp the concept of having no freedoms after she was rested and fed? Or maybe he was miscalculating? Either there was something she had left to live for, even if she might never see such a thing again. Or she simply feared death to such an extreme. In any case, she didn't seem to imagine all of the possibilities that life brought with it. "Are you thanking me for a life of dusting dirt off of my old furniture?" He joked again, this time with a bit of a laugh as he finished drying her off and wrapping the towel around her torso. It's white plush protection covered the bottom of her nipples and extended just low enough to give her nudity at least a little dignity. Only a little, though. As comfy as it would be, no modest woman would wear a small towel like this even if she were alone.

Lucky for this recovering woman, the interesting and beautiful Lily, she wasn't alone. His arms scooped her up again as he held her cleaned body to his own like he did before. He'd take her with him back into the darkness as they made their way through the pitch black halls. "My underlings get their own blood from humans in town. I need the most."
 
As he scooped her up again in his arms her head once again pressed against his chest but this time he did not have the thin white shirts cover his strong chest and she for her only had a white towel that cover just enough to his her womanly body. Although at this point he had seen every inch of her nothing was hidden any longer. As he carried her down the hall through the blackness he could only see through she smiled softly. “You May think it silly but when this morning I was told I was going to die that my life would end so quickly and accomplishing nothing in my time on earth, not even knowing the tender touch of a man as he drew me close kissing me this new lease you have given me is more than I had this morning”
 
"You know? I'm more prone to focus on that bit about being held close and kissed by a man." He responded calmly to her without giving her too much of a pause. "And being owned by someone is hardly a new lease on life. If you ask me? I'd rather die." He guided a door open with his foot as they'd enter a large room. A circular stained glass window allowed a fair portion of moonlight in to highlight a desk on the opposite side of the room and two large leather sofas. Between the two ludicrously extravagant pieces of furniture was a single coffee table with a vase on it.

Her master made his way across the room with the door shutting behind him. Once they came to the sofa on her right, he'd lay her on her back with her head resting on the arm of said sofa. This way the desk and the wall with the window was right in front of her and she could see the magically enhanced moon distorted by the stain pattern of the glass. "You won't come to understand the full breath of what you've agreed to until after you are healthy." He was giving her fair warning in a calm way as he dead he to the folded blue blanket on the back of the couch and pulled it down. His large hands eased the towel from her body before scooping the blanket over and under her torso, legs and feet. The towel would lay in a rudimentary pile on the coffee table. "To that end. You must rest."
 
When they entered the room her eyes were locked the magnificence stained glass window. Her eyes looked at the vibrant colors that seem to shine brightly in the moonlight. “Have you ever been told your life would end with absolute certainty, have you ever felt deaths hand upon your shoulder?” She so quitly she wasn’t sure he heard her. “I am simply thankful my journey in this world is not over and may have only just begun” her words were simple nothing he could say would ever stop her for being thankful he was willing to save her life. She yawned again her closing for a long time before opening again. She had no fear of him or anything he would to her and shown in her eyes as she looked at him again. “Thank you”
 
He heard her. But, he thought better of answering her question straight on. The truth may have been a sort of 'one-up' on her over the topic, But he didn't see any use in making an was out of himself out of it. All she needed to know was that he didn't kill her, and she belongs to him now. Whether her life after this point could truly be better than death itself or not? That was a question that only his muse could answer, in time. As she thanked him, he leaned over her to warmly rub her rear and kiss her head. "You can thank me more efficiently when you're healthy. Sleep little human." He'd instruct with a smile before leaving her at the couch and sitting in his chair behind his desk, looking over what seemed to be various little trinkets and papers.
 
Her eyes closed as she felt his warm lips on his head. She was no longer in position to fight her Ned to sleep. Her body craved sleep more than she craved air. She drew a soft breath and snuggled into the soft blue blanket he had wrapped around her. It was not long at all for sleep to take her over. It was a restful and deep sleep
 
Long straight panels opened across the ceiling to reveal slanted glass that allowed the warmth of the natural sun and the scent of fresh spring air to bring life to the room she slept in. His desk still sat in shade where he was still doing whichever kind of business she would have saw him doing before she had drifted off to sleep. The coffee table's vase had been removed and the coffee table, although round, had been pulled closer to her sofa where she slept. Upon this table were several plates and bowls ranging from grilled cheese and tomato soup to ham steaks and tall glasses of water. Lemons and raspberries adorned these plates and bowls as well in the fine selection of meals that were sure to catch her sense of smell before she could even open her eyes.

Despite the prettier view of the gorgeous marble tile work beneath the red rug that ran length-wise down the large room, she wasn't left any sort of clothing and nobody moved to wake her once her food was prepared. It was Briand's assumption after having removed the bandage over her hand to find it healed, that she wouldn't need any rousing to find such beautiful morning and an array of breakfast awaiting her. Perhaps she couldn't tell, but the underlings were the ones that moved the table and put together her meals. And they did a damn good job.
 
She felt a warmth on her skin a the sun shown in on her. Her nose twitched as smelled food. It took her long moment but her purple eyes began to open. The moon light now replaced with daylight kissing her skin and food now sat beside her. She smiled softly as a realization hit her she lived to see another day. She sat up slowly, holding the blanket in front of her, but in doing so her back was completely exposed. As she looked around the room her eyes saw him sitting at the desk just as he was when she fell a sleep. She smiled as looked at him her savior, “good morning” she called to him softly
 
The paper he held now was diplomacy related. It wasn't complex, but it did need his attention as he played with a peculiar knife toy contraption in his free hand. What he did was quite a bit less appealing then dealing directly with his newest prize, but this was certainly necessary as this particular paper required some form of response. This monster would prefer that the king's policy team didn't distract him like this, but he knew it wasn't wise to give them the idea that his input wasn't necessary. A delightful sound caught his ears as he sat the paper down and found Lily'a purple eyes with his own non-glowing pair. She really was a beauty, especially after the bath. He couldn't comprehend how someone with her body and blood was deemed trivial enough to just be thrown out or tossed away. Did the nobles really pester the king to this extent of tribute just because he was plucking away their daughters to sate his bloodlust?

"Morning." He responded with a nod as he signed the paper without even looking and stood. He'd leave the desk behind as he joined her on her couch, sitting beside her. Even with his very long black hair that didn't seem to sit still, he was much taller than Lilly. "How's that body doing?" He asked with a smile as he took his index finger tip to her spine between her shoulder blades and ran it slowly down to her tail bone. Around him, it was probably difficult for her to forget that absent that blanket she was entirely naked.

"You're invited to eat. Make your belly nice and full. It's vital that you make a full recovery."
 
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